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I harbor, animosity
Pry farther damned to monotony
Sky darker
Then
The cups of washed out gray

Eyes scarred, drop the sea
Sigh harder, Land just copies me
Lies part her
Further than
The cups of washed out days
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Generic declare it
The new
Originality

Watch the gray clay blaze
The crude concrete
Take a seat
The subway exudes

Watch the soil boil from toil
The blue old feet
Mechanics bleat
As the wrong way
Becomes true

Six dark-red stockings
A car crash took away the seventh
Six pairs of tattered shoes
After that they didn’t need the seventh
Six became the new emptiness
Six became synonymous with loss
Six became a bruised black and blue